The Fields of Vitality
Frost 88th, 121 AoS
Imogen would be able to feel the door close behind her, even though there was no sound. If she turned to look, she wouldn't see a door at all. No, she was instead in a small, lush plains valley, between two small rocky ridges, with greenery as far as they eye could see. A light breeze passed through, carrying the smell of lush flowers and fresh flowing water. As it did, the fields of grains and flowers and fruiting plants and vegetables rippled lightly. The sun overhead was bright and warm, birds were singing, bees were buzzing, butterflies fluttering. Nearby, a tree, massive, bearing every type of fruit Imogen had ever seen before, and many many more she had not.
There were no structures, no signs of people, just Imogen in this fertile valley.
Then there were small yips, canine in nature. Across the valley, two boys were running, laughing, through the fields. They were human, young, maybe ten years old, bare chested and in slacks, bare foot. One had shaggy blond, shoulder length hair, and white fur across his chest and arms. The other, brown hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail, black fur over his body. They were hooting and hollering and awooing as they ran towards Imogen, waving at her as they went.
Then they both seemingly tripped, and fell below eyeline into the grains, and suddenly the world clapped and went grey. Where there had been green and vibrancy before, Imogen was now surrounded by decaying browns and greys of the plant life gone to ruin. The sky overhead was filled with dense clouds, and a heavy, humid heat in the air, as thunder began to crack overhead. Lightning snaked out from the sky, striking Imogen in the eye, leaving a rune the color of the deep, amethyst clouds amidst the heat lightning in her pupil.
Imogen would find herself devoid of skin, muscle, tissue, organs, and blood. Her clothing and gear remained, but they now hung on a skeletal body with glowing runes for eyes. But that phantom feeling of having all those pieces of self from before remained, and with them, a constant, dull ache. Imogen would find she could still move, but in doing so, the movements were jerky, sometimes too slow or too fast, and bone would grind upon bone as she did.
And across the field, where the two boys had fallen, laid two skeletons, immobile and unanimated. All around Imogen, the life from this place was gone, husks were all that was left behind. Fruit was rotting on the brittle vines, butterflies lay dead in the dirt, and no bees buzzed any longer. The tree was completely devoid of fruits and leaves, revealing emptied birds nests, dead branches, and long dead beehives. And the thunder and lightning overhead continued to crack, but Imogen would know, deep in her bones, that no rain would fall.
Frost 88th, 121 AoS
Imogen would be able to feel the door close behind her, even though there was no sound. If she turned to look, she wouldn't see a door at all. No, she was instead in a small, lush plains valley, between two small rocky ridges, with greenery as far as they eye could see. A light breeze passed through, carrying the smell of lush flowers and fresh flowing water. As it did, the fields of grains and flowers and fruiting plants and vegetables rippled lightly. The sun overhead was bright and warm, birds were singing, bees were buzzing, butterflies fluttering. Nearby, a tree, massive, bearing every type of fruit Imogen had ever seen before, and many many more she had not.
There were no structures, no signs of people, just Imogen in this fertile valley.
Then there were small yips, canine in nature. Across the valley, two boys were running, laughing, through the fields. They were human, young, maybe ten years old, bare chested and in slacks, bare foot. One had shaggy blond, shoulder length hair, and white fur across his chest and arms. The other, brown hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail, black fur over his body. They were hooting and hollering and awooing as they ran towards Imogen, waving at her as they went.
Then they both seemingly tripped, and fell below eyeline into the grains, and suddenly the world clapped and went grey. Where there had been green and vibrancy before, Imogen was now surrounded by decaying browns and greys of the plant life gone to ruin. The sky overhead was filled with dense clouds, and a heavy, humid heat in the air, as thunder began to crack overhead. Lightning snaked out from the sky, striking Imogen in the eye, leaving a rune the color of the deep, amethyst clouds amidst the heat lightning in her pupil.
Imogen would find herself devoid of skin, muscle, tissue, organs, and blood. Her clothing and gear remained, but they now hung on a skeletal body with glowing runes for eyes. But that phantom feeling of having all those pieces of self from before remained, and with them, a constant, dull ache. Imogen would find she could still move, but in doing so, the movements were jerky, sometimes too slow or too fast, and bone would grind upon bone as she did.
And across the field, where the two boys had fallen, laid two skeletons, immobile and unanimated. All around Imogen, the life from this place was gone, husks were all that was left behind. Fruit was rotting on the brittle vines, butterflies lay dead in the dirt, and no bees buzzed any longer. The tree was completely devoid of fruits and leaves, revealing emptied birds nests, dead branches, and long dead beehives. And the thunder and lightning overhead continued to crack, but Imogen would know, deep in her bones, that no rain would fall.
